a little girl went into the forest put a sequence of events in motion she told them they followed they grew had more children and followed me and so it shall be that those young men who seek me will have to answer
Let me tell you a story About a little girl Who would not listen A little curious girl Who found herself Trapped In the world Of the face-less master And who ardently wished To see him again For what reason? No one truly knew He’s a monster He’s a stranger He could kill you I don’t care she would say And with that desire Came other children To him She was the catalyst A black hole In a small town
I look around to ensure of where I am. Sure enough, there’s the hardware store, the park and the small theater. Elijah is oddly calm, but still just as confused as I am. “Weren’t we just in the woods?” I nod, and stay quiet. I carefully take a step away from the curb and onto the main road. “Careful!” Elijah yells out as my soft white shoes touch the dark pavement. That’s when it hits me. The cars. The sound of the birds chirping. The grinding of the saw at the hardware store. Nothing. I can’t hear any of them.
INTERROGATION BETWEEN SHERIFF QUINCY AND HENRY LAUPER
Q: Could you state your name please? H: Henry Lauper. Q: Mr. Lauper, do you know why we've brought you in today? H: No, I don't. Q: You have been accused by several people in this town of association to the children kidnappings. H: What? That's ridiculous, I've never-- Q: Could you tell me what happened last Thursday evening? H: I went to my evening class with Ms. Oakley. I want to learn how to write and read better. Q: Go on. H: There was this little girl there. Her name was Amelia. She started talking to me about things that only I knew. It was so strange. Q: What happened to Amelia, Henry? H: Her father came to pick her up. I haven't seen her since. Q: Mr. Lovelace mentioned that when she came to pick her up you were screaming at her. H: -silent- Q: Would you care to explain why you were yelling at a seven year old girl? H: She knew... Q: What? H: She knew about him. Q: Who? H: The tall man in the shadows... Q: Christ Henry, what the hell are you talking about? H: And then...it wasn't her talking to me anymore. It was someone else... -starts coughing and shaking uncontrollably and collapses to the ground- Q: Shit...we need a medic in here!
My parents were becoming intensely frustrated. In a matter of months, everything had changed. So many children were missing and the Sheriff’s department still had no new leads. I couldn’t seem to concentrate in school. I was never hungry and I rarely slept. Everything seemed to be going in a horrible direction until one fateful afternoon. I was sitting in my room drawing pictures of trees when my mother came in.”Amelia, there’s a boy here to see you.”
I continued going to school the following week. We started learning how to put words together and reading from small books that were slowly falling apart. I was very quiet and usually kept to myself even during recess. I was always one of the first to arrive at the school and I made sure to sit by the window. It could happen at any moment in time. But what? Even I didn’t know the answer to that question.
I don’t know who this “Amelia” girl is. I don’t know who any of these people are. I’ve never even seen them before. I’ve never heard of this town. I don’t even know where all these posts came from. I’m so exhausted of this. I don’t know what’s going on or how to make all this go away. I keep having nightmares.
Shortly after I found my way back home from the woods, I fell ill. I had a terrible cough and massive nosebleeds. I was bed ridden for about two weeks or so, although it was hard to tell from my feverish disposition. I don’t know if I was dreaming but sometime I could hear my mother yelling, “He’s standing outside the window, Gregory! Why can’t you see him?!” My father responded by saying, “Calm down, Judith. I’ll go check again, and you’ll see that there’s nothing out there!” I would hear his heavy footsteps followed by the sound of the wooden door slamming. I don’t remember anything else. When I was starting to recover I continued to hear my mother and father fighting.
This concerns me. I was talking to my mother on the phone the other day and she began to tell me some very disturbing things. She says that for the past week or so she’s seen a tall man standing out in the back yard. She said he just stands there and doesn’t make any attempt to try and break into the house or anything.
My mother feels slightly apprehensive but she says that when she looks away for a split second and back, he’s not there anymore. I fear for her safety. Also, the last post named “And now, a story” was not posted by me. I found it when I came home from class the other day. I don’t really understand it but I think it’s starting to lead me somewhere.
I have very hazy memories of the events that led up to that day. A long time ago, I promised myself that I would try and recollect whatever I could before he started feeding again. But it was too late…
I was a child living in a small south western village up in the mountains. I would run and play in the forest almost everyday and miraculously I was always able to find my way back. One day I got tired of wandering and I sat under a tree. The hours went by and I had fallen asleep. It was dark and I couldn’t remember where I was. I started crying. I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly an odd scent started floating through the air. I remember it as something acrid that burned my nose. Sulfur? I don’t know. But I began to follow it. The trees looked like they were alive. I can recollect memories of skinny branches moving to and fro.
I don’t know how long I walked but before I knew it, I was back home. My mother was frantically yelling when she saw me but she stopped halfway and looked up. The color of her face turned into a pale hue. I turned around and that’s when I saw him. Tall, white, with branches on his back. At least that’s what I thought they were. I wasn’t afraid. I simply whispered, “Thank you”. I looked back at my mother and ran to her. She grasped my face with her moist hands, which I assumed were wet from crying. We started walking back to the house. I turned around. He was gone.